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Friday, April 19, 2013

BLOGGING FROM A TO Z 2013 – LETTER “Q”

QUISLING

Vidkun
Quisling was a middle-management politician in Norway, during the
mid-30s until his execution for collaboration with the Nazis in 1945.
But for that, ahem, stellar achievement, we might never have heard of
him. As it is, his name has joined the pantheon of epithets that I
for one, would never care to have associated with my name.

I guess smiling wasn't part of the portraitist's contract.

Vidkun
was never one to let the grass grow under his feet, nor anywhere else
it seems. Before going into politics, he proved himself in the
military, joining the General Staff in 1911. His specialty was
Russian Affairs and he himself had a hand in the architecture of the
Russian famine of 1921 in Ukraine. I'm sure his father, a Church of
Norway pastor, was displeased, although Wiki doesn't say. Vidkun
went to Moscow with a colleague, one Frederick Prytz, and when he
left in 1927, Vidkun stayed on and managed British diplomatic
affairs. King George V, appointed him Commander of the Order of the
British Empire, but was an Indian Giver, after Vidkun's later
behavior. Two observations here. Couldn't the Brits have found an,
oh, I don't know, an ACTUAL BRIT to manage their affairs? And, two,
what did Winny have to say about all of this? King George being
rather dim-mish.

Anyway,
our anti-hero mediocred his way back to Norway and started a party
called the Nasjonal Samling in 1933. It didn't do much and didn't
poll well. As classrooms go, so do parliaments; the NS just sort of hung out in the back of
the classroom, throwing spitballs at the teach and passing notes.
This went on for about 9 years, when Hitler and the SS with the Wehrmacht came
a-knocking at the door.

Quisling
collaborated with the German invasion and from 1942 to 1945, Vidkun
Quisling served as Minister-President of Norway, working with the
occupying forces. His government, referred to as the “Quisling
regime,” was dominated by his old ministers from his Nasjonal
Samling. The collaborators, unwittingly or not, participated in
Hitler's Final Solution. I myself, believe they DID know what was
going on. Quisling had finally reached the pinnacle to which he
thought he belonged.

At
the end of the war, Quisling was put on trial during the legal purge
in Norway. He was found guilty of charges including high treason,
embezzlement, murder, and executed by firing at Akerhus Fortress,
Oslo, on October 24, 1945. During the war, quisling became synonymous
with the word traitor. It is still in use today.

McCarthy wasn't a traitor, just unaware of how dangerous he truly was. Stalin said of him, "Why should we worry about tearing America apart? They are doing it to themselves."

In
refreshing my memory of this WWII incident, I was reminded of a
similar incident, that had results not quite so catastrophic, but
were still horrible for the people involved. “Tail Gunner Joe,”
or Joseph P. McCarthy, the junior Senator from Wisconsin was awash in
his own mediocrity and by chance hit on the “Reds Under the Bed”
idea and spent the next several years trying to get people to give up
their friends, family and work colleagues as members of the American
Communist party. My father was scarred by it, to the extent that he
was upset when I stated my political views on national television.
Neither of these men, McCarthy, or Quisling believed in what they
were doing; they were corrupted by power and cared nothing for who became hurt in the process.

Itinerant violist and computer trouble-shooter for more years than I care to admit. While no longer homeless, still crazy, but with Labels *sigh* a bus-riding Asperger, bipolar-ridden, PD or non-PD, carbon life-form, providing fodder for Medical community. Not even kidding. Still ridiculous.

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